He wants me, Only me

Chapter 3

I sat in the corner crying my eyes out, I was so scared every sound made me jump. I have no idea where he is. He can be inside the house right now and there is nothing I can do. I’m locked in this room. I have no idea where my phone is and I’m to afraid to move from this spot. What if I bump into something and it falls over. I’ve never been so scared in my life. I need help, but how will I get help. Maybe I just didn’t look at the right place. I bit my lip trying to stop me from crying. I took a deep breath and slowly started to crawl towards the window trying very hard to remember if I left something laying around that I can bump into. I finally made it to the window and got up. All I have to do is open the window, but I just stood there frozen in fear, I started shaking in my mind images of him standing right outside my window. If I peel this windows open I’ll be face to face with him. Come on just do it! Do it! Do it!! And I did it! He wasn’t there I looked around crazily and I couldn’t see him, but I could see the neighborhood watch car passing by the house. Help…they can help me. I slammed my hands against the window as hard as I could.

“Help me!!!”

“Please help me!!!”

“Help!!!” I yelled at the top of my voice and I kept slamming my hand against the window, but they didn’t stop, they just kept on driving.

“No come back!!”

“I need your help!!” I started crying and my voice croaked. They couldn’t hear me, they were to far gone by now and where ever the hooded guy was he heard me. I didn’t even close the window, I rushed to my door unlocking it. I went straight to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I also saw my phone on the counter next to the box. I took that too and ran to my room like my life depended on it because it might. When I got there I locked the door and ran into the corner where I was hiding before. I quickly called the only person who could help.

“Hi sorry I just got home. I was going to call you as soon as I got in my room.”

“Sha..Shane?” I whispered into the phone. Tears still streaming down my face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked alarmed at hearing my voice.

“Shane I think someone is in my house. He was outside watching me and then he was gone I don’t know where he is. I’m scared, please can you…”

“I’m on my way.” He ended the phone call immediately. I sat their pointing the knife in the direction of my bedroom door. I don’t know how long I sat in that dark corner. Then I hear a bang and I screamed at the top of my lungs. The sound was coming from my window. He’s still outside, he is trying to get inside.

“Vanya it’s me. Open up!” I rushed to the window and opened it up. He was hardly through my window when I jumped into his arms and cried my eyes out. He held me with one arm and closed the window with the other one.

“Vanya what happened?” He asked me guiding me to the bed. I was just holding onto his t-shirt, clutching so tightly. I was scared my imagination had made him up. He didn’t say anything else until I started to calm down.

“Vanya I’m going to check the house. You’re mom is going to come home soon. I need to make sure it’s safe.” I wanted to beg him not to go, but he hand a point. I looked at the knife. He walked over to it picking it up.

“Okay as soon as I’m out the door lock it, you only open it up for me.” I nodded to his plan. He took my hand and led me to the door. He unlocked it and left I slammed the door close and locked it. My legs gave in as I slid down the door and started to cry again. I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. I was getting so tired. My eyes were drooping as I leaned my head back against the door. My eyes closed completely and I was slipping away when I heard a knock on the door.

“Vanya, you can open the door.” I lift my hand up unlocking the door before crawling away from it. I felt Shane’s arms going around me as he picked me up and put me on the bed. He sat down next to me.

“The house is empty. You’re safe now. Can you please tell me what happened?” That is when I told him what had happened. He had pulled me closer halfway through the story. He was stroking my hair trying to calm me as I spoke. He kissed the top of my head as I finished.

“It’s okay now. You’re safe.” he pulled me down on the bed and held me against his chest. I fell asleep in his arms.

I woke up the next morning alone in my bed. I had a very bad headache from all the crying and the tossing around I did. I dragged myself out of the bed and walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I looked terrible. My eyes were puffy and hand dark marks underneath them, my hair was a frizzy mess. I could see my tears streaks staining my cheeks. I jumped into a shower scrubbing my skin as if I could scrub away the memories of the previous night. It didn’t work at all. I combed my hair out and tied it in a high ponytail while it was still wet. I walked over to my make-up chest, but froze when I saw the binoculars and my temper boiled over. Everything I went through boiled over. I grabbed a pair of blue skinny jeans, a blank tank top and a oversized button up cream jersey that fell off my one shoulder. I tugged it into my jean loosely, put on some sneakers, grabbed the photos and binoculars and rushed out of the house, not even greeting my mom. She would know something was up, I’m not even wearing make-up. I speed walked over to the school where I stormed into the building. I looked around until my eyes zeroed in on Bradley. Then I stormed over to him.

“I can’t believe you would go that far! I actually believed that after yesterday you and I had an understanding. You make me sick and I will never forgive you for what you did last night. Here is your stuff back! Thank you for lending them to me in order to torture me!” I threw the things at him. He bend down and picked up the photos and letters.

“Van, this wasn’t me. I wouldn’t do this to you! Are you okay?” I stood there staring at him, it couldn’t be anyone else, he is just standing here lying to me.

“No I’m not okay! I locked myself in my room with a knife! I was terrified and you did that to me…all because I rejected you…Just leave me alone! If you bother me again I’ll report this to the police. This is stalking.” I wanted to burst out in tears, but I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. I started to walk away, but then he grabbed my arm pulling me back to face him.

“I’m telling you that this wasn’t me. I like you a lot, why would I torment you like that…What would I get out of it?” I was biting my lip trying even harder not to cry. I don’t like him touching me. Images of him standing their outside watching me. I felt my breathing speeding up, I was going to have a panic attack and then I saw a fist fly past me right into Bradley’s jaw. He let go of me as he fell backwards hitting the lockers behind him. I looked behind me to see Shane standing their fuming, as he looked down at me his expression softened. He pulled me into his arms, holding me against his chest. His chin rested on my head. I cried into his chest as I had enough.

“What the hell is going on?” I looked up from Shane’s chest to Emmett who was helping Bradley up from the ground. I turned my head back into Shane’s chest not wanting to look at Bradley anymore.

“This guy doesn’t know how to take a hint. It’s not like she told him no before, but now he is taking it to far. He traumatized her last night and now he was grabbing onto her!” I felt Shane’s chest rumble as he explained the situation to Emmett.

“I told her it wasn’t me! I didn’t take that photos and I wasn’t at her house last night! I just wanted to explain that to her. I would never do that to her, I’ve had a crush on her for almost four years now. Why would I only do this now? Why would I do it at all? I’m not a crazy obsessive stalker!” Bradley yelled at us.

“Just leave her alone, that was just a warning. If I see you bothering her again I will not go so easy on you.” Shane warned Bradley before he took my hand and we went to our first class.

It was finally lunch, I’m so hungry since I skipped out on breakfast. My mom had text me asking why I ran out, I just told her that I had a group meeting for a project. She believed me easily. I took a bite of my egg salad sandwich, it’s my favorite. It just works.

“Hey sweetie. Is everything okay? I heard what happened this morning.” Essie said as she and Emmett came to sit with me. Shane had to stay behind with the teacher, she wanted to explain the project we got a week before he joined the school.

“No everything is okay, he send me threatening poems and photos that have been taken over a series of months. Then I saw him standing outside staring at me. I was terrified.” I said irritated that she asked me that.

“Did you actually see Bradley?” Emmett asked me accusingly, of course he’d ask questions, Bradley is his best friend after all.

“No I couldn’t see his face, but I can’t think of anyone else who would do this. The fact is that he has been harassing me for almost four years now. Yesterday he took it a step further when he saw me with Shane. I pretended to be my boyfriend and wanted to drag me away with him. After break he cornered me and trapped me against a wall. I talked to him and I thought I got through to him. If all that doesn’t prove my point he is in the photography club. Everything points to him.” I explained to them.

“Still you need actual prove. Everyone is school has been shunning him. Of course they would because you are Vanya the sweetest, kindest and honest girl in the school. You always sit with the people who look lonely, you always ask people whose arms are full if you can help them carry something and you always ask people if they are okay when they seem sad. No one can imagine that you would lie about something like this.” Emmett said before they were storming out.

Emmett POV

This has been a crazy day. I can’t get my head wrapped around this. I don’t really know what to think at this moment, this morning when I saw that new guy hitting Bradley, I became defensive and rushed to help him, but after hearing everything and seeing the photos I was confused. I know Bradley has it bad for Vanya, but I can’t think that he’d do something this crazy, but I see why she would accuse him, but after her everything she has to say, I’m worried for Bradley. She is convincing and I think that Bradley could get in real trouble. Which is why I stormed out and went looking for him, I need to talk to him. I finally found him when he came out of the bathroom.

“We need to talk. I need to you to swear that it wasn’t you outside her house.”

“Man, even you are second guessing me now? I swear that it wasn’t me. I wouldn’t do something like that to her.” I could see that Bradley was frustrated with all this.

“What she saying is making sense, Brad. You have been bothering her for so long no matter how many times she has told you no and then you got jealous yesterday that could have pushed you over the top, when you saw her with another guy and you’re into photography. I just want us to sort this out and clear your name so please promise me you’ll leave her alone until then. You can’t even speak to her. You really need to promise dude. You could get arrested for this if they just see those photos and find out you are in the photography club…”

“I get it. I’ll leave her alone, but I swear I’ll find out who is doing this to her.” I could see the determination in his eyes. To many determination.

“How are you planning on doing that?”

“I’m going to sit outside of her house and wait for him to show up and then I’ll kick his ass.”

“So you’re going to stalk her to find her stalker. Are you insane! You are going to go to jail.”